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The sweet, graceful air that is you when you enter a room. The atmosphere thickens with joy and electricity; every inch of my body craves your touch.

Your eyes, deep emerald oceans of mystical allure, rippling with gold as if the very essence of your soul shines through as the sun shines down over water.

Your scent bewitches my skin, casting goose bumps all over, in a haze of ecstasy I smile from simply a wish that lingers from where you've just been.

Your skin is as smooth and flawless as marble carved by gods, perfect contours and concaves. To touch and be touched by you is to experience a piece of heaven itself.

Your voice gives my soul peace; resonating through my very being it brings calm and contentment through its incredible beauty. A gift bestowed by the divine, never have I heard one sing as you do.

And most lovely of all is what resides deep within. The fortress constructed holds your greatest treasure, not entombed but well-guarded, not dead but wary. And if it takes an eternity, I will wait for all the guards to be relieved, for its strength and trust to be renewed. Because your heart is your greatest gift.

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